We just got home from the wildest festival weekend, but you weren’t there to enjoy it in the usual way. Oh no, you were there to serve: fetching drinks, watching from the sidelines while me and my hot friends laughed, danced, and enjoyed ourselves with real men. You just stood there aching, humiliated, and useless, exactly where you belong. And now I’m back to remind you just how pathetic your place in my world really is.